Oh hey I'm Julia. I'm 23. I graduated from Rowan University, and I live outside of Philly with my boyfriend and our cat Chauncey. I rule. I enjoy the finer things in life such as live music, knitting, reading, talk radio, Wilco, and Mr. Peanut.
SHIPPIN’ UP TO BOSTON
tomooorrooowww morning!!!! :-) Very excited to see my buddies and drink in the streets of Boston, and tend to a drunk, belligerent Scott. Actually, that is the best part of going with friends. They can take care of him. Hah.
But I mean, life is good! I will be sad once March is over, but I’m still pretty amped. Also, in April I’ll be celebrating my 24th birthday. TWENTY FOUR. Freaky deeky!
Lots of people are like “I never thought I’d live to be 24…25…etc.”
Really? You thought you’d die? You just, couldn’t imagine living that long? That’s like when people graduate high school “HEY WE DID IT!” Who the eff cares? That was the easy part, I sure hope you did it.
BUT HEY! Call my cocky, but I KNEW I’d live to see this awesome, young but you feel old age of 24. Ya know, 24…going to the bar, but pooning out on the 4 horseman shots, even though you did 3 of them with the bartender on your 21st bday. Now it just makes you gag. 24, like living off unemployment, forgettin’ your dreams, losing at quizzo, drinking and watching Teen Mom rerun in your sweatpants. Putting on different sweatpants to feel productive.
This is EXACTLY how I imagined it.
NOT. I didn’t even imagine it. Honestly. After I couldn’t get a job, and moved into the FC, I stopped trying. I never would have thought I’d date Scott (seriously, worst case scenario, ha), never would have thought I’d be friends with my friends still. Never pictured my college graduation. Things just started surprising me when I reached my junior year of college. They got really good. And fun. And all the people in my life were so amazing, and didn’t match up with anything I had in my head - for once, it was better than I could have thought. It surprised me. I surprised myself. So I just stopped having assumptions for how my life would be. I’m afraid I’m starting to make assumptions because I’m bored. I DON’T want to do that. I imagine living in the city next year, but I can’t quite get a picture in my head. It’s like I forget how to picture things. That’s good.
In my youth, I watched way too many 70’s and 80’s movies, and that’s a terrible place to base your future visions on. First off, their boobs look different, which had me confused for a year or two in my adolescence. “Why aren’t my boobs pointy like the dead girl on the bed in Halloween?” Second, they have a shit ton of sex and drink non stop. Fast Times at Ridgemont High? That didn’t happen thank god. Who wants to lose it to a 28 year old in a dug out when they’re 13, and get preggo! HIGH SCHOOL RULEZ!
When it came to college, I imagined it’d be like Saint Elmo’s Fire or some shit. Cool ass dorms, people boozing, rocking out on my clarinet in a bar every night where everyone knew my name, and then things would get tough. I’d have an affair with a hot professor (there are no hot professors), fight his wife, someone would die from drugs, I’d do lots of drugs, I’d make really flamboyant gay friends and I’d have a girlfriend for a brief time, etc.
But no. That all did not happen. I’m fine with that. So assumptions? Out the window. I realize whatever I expect to happen, will not happen. So why expect things? I’m gonna play it by ear, and see where this goes. So April could rock. Here’s hoping. Summer? Could be awesome. Boston? Better freaking be awesome.
